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That makes me a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed to be called a doctor by your mom!

I started working in the Child Traumatic Brain Injuries (CTBI) program at the beginning of my career as a medical assistant in the early 2000s. I had to convince my father to let me work at the trauma center when I first showed up because they were concerned it'd be a "recreational" thing. He was worried that I was causing brain damage and needed me more than anyone else. I was working with children so I had to make them feel safe. I became a regular patient of the trauma center. I practiced in the trauma center for 10 years and I eventually became the chief trauma care specialist there. I spent most of my time working with trauma patients suffering from brain injuries, and I also worked with cancer patients.

Do you mind me asking?\n\nI feel like I'm being weird by asking...

Yes, Dr. Nick.

We're all licensed and we're supposed to tell parents what their kids are getting and not tell them what their kids are getting but sometimes I just slip up and tell parents what their kids are getting that's not what they expected.

It’s like you’re a doctor in the US.

A real medical doctor ain't no joke!

As a child, I was told that being a good child's medical doctor was all about practicing "good" medicine - i.e. using vaccines, doing blood work, etc. So I basically spent my formative years believing what my parents told me, which was buttressed by what my friends told me.\n\nSo what if I never "proved it" with my patients?\n\nI feel like I have loads of experience from working with babies, so I feel qualified to be a doctor.\n\nSorry, just needed to share.

Have you guys ever noticed that this AMA thing is an AMA scam?

For the first time.

Any idea why you guys think we're a good fit?

Thanks to the AMA for all their hard work and dedication to the children in this country and for your incredible support!

As a child, I remember walking down the street in Phoenix, Arizona, to the school bus stop just to get a ride home. A group of kids were walking by and they asked if I wanted to ride them home. I said I didn't and they continued to ask.\n\nI told them that Imakers were like ducks in the wild. I asked them if I could ride them home with them. They didn't say anything. At some point I said, "Well, you can ride them now." They seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say.\n\nWhile the group was busy pushing my wheelchair out the window, I remembered that they wanted me to help them lift it.\n\nI asked them if they could help me remove the tire from the bike. They said it was too heavy. I asked them if they could help me move the tire.\n\nThey were very helpful and I thought for a moment that perhaps I should let them take it easier on me.\n\nBut then I remembered that I was in the car. I asked them to come pick it up. I was concerned about them breaking the bike, but they didn't.\n\ interstellar distances are not something that are easy to navigate.\n\nI apologized to them as I pulled away.\n\nI asked them to carry the bike back to the bus stop. They agreed, and I hopped out of the car and we headed off in the direction of Phoenix.\n\nThe train was nearly there. The passengers were excited to be on their way.\n\nI apologized to them for my rudeness, and I offered to walk them to the bus stop and sit them on the curb next to the train.\n\nThe bus driver offered to give me some extra space next to the curb. I asked him if I could change my mind and he said yes.\n\nAs I sat on the curb with them, I thought to myself: "if only I lived in a movie..."

Yours truly is a master of all that is holy!